But if dreams would see us through

Postcards, letters, phonecalls too

I’m trying to be as celestial as you

You give me something only what I don’t know

I just know the boat leaves and with that my heart grieves

And in a stations caff we purged our pasts

Forced a smile then we went our own separate ways

Sadly loved, dearly missed

You always said, there has got to be more, more, more

Much more than this

So into this world go me and you

What’s to become become of us two

Whatever wherever

I’m ready to make some kind of peace with my bride